"I lose sight of my true being"

Every once in a while I look for poems at my usual sources.  There is something in a few lines of poetry that cannot be captured in prose. 

Those few lines appeal to my emotions.
They calm me.
Reassure me. 
Even as they make me mellow.

Today, I chanced upon one of those.  From my old country.  Well, the poem is from the old country.  But, packaged up wonderfully at The American Scholar.

I listened to it.
Twice.
And I tweeted that:

I love this. Just awesome!
I had no idea about this #poem, “#Dungeon,” by Rabindranath #Tagore
Now I do, thanks to @theamscho https://t.co/32KgeItsjq #Wall #tRump

— Am.Dr.Khe (@congoboy) November 13, 2019

The poet-philosopher knew what he was doing by titling the poem "Dungeon."  I, a much lesser mortal I am, would prefer "I lose sight of my true being."  Those are the words that speak to me.  "I lose sight of my true being."

Often in our lives, we lose sight of our true being.  When we realize what we have become, we wonder and worry.  By then, it is almost too late.  Way too late.  If only we weren't busily building walls all around and taking pride in them!

Here's Rabindranath Tagore's Dungeon.
(You ought to listen to it being read here.  You really, really should.)

Dungeon

He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.
I am ever busy building this wall all around; and as this wall goes up into
the sky day by day I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.

I take pride in this great wall, and I plaster it with dust and sand
lest a least hole should be left in this name;
and for all the care I take I lose sight of my true being.